The Lovers’ Chronicle 15 February – you – art by Charles-André van Loo, Ion Andreescu & William Strang – photographs by Nickolas Muray

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. C’mon you, where do you want to go?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

another that could be
described as searchin’
“Yes you were”
year upon year
will do that to ya
“You know I can relate”
i do and that matters
“Now that our searching
has ended”
in the only place it could have
“Here”
raht here, me entwined,
close to, enraptured,
wrapped up in you

© copyright 2023 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

have written untold hours, day after day, every which way, in many styles, at first verbosely and dramatically, now sparsely with no frills, in verse, in prose, in lyrics, in reality and fiction, i have poured out a river of words that could all be condensed in one word, three letters… you

© copyright 2022.2024 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

so dark
still so close

to be dead inside
numb
beyond the reach
of any feelin’s
fear, love, pain,
forgiveness,
nothin’ could touch

and to have been there
for years, beyond hope

i knew with a certainty
that i cannot explain,
that i never would again

till you

***

best short poem ever

you

© copyright 2021 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

Pale Love, Pale Rider

how do you figure
you cannot
you try and try
there is no point
you give and give
to no avail
how does this keep happenin’
i could say deserves, but will not
does the muse just want sadness
no one likes content verse
fine, i will write another
for the darkness

© copyright 2020.2024 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

see, ha! told ya so
i really do dislike
bein’ right all the time
you have no idea
the burden it creates

there is no redemption
there is no forgiveness
you pay and you pay
and say, thank you
may i pay some more
as it damn well should be

© copyright 2019 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

never knew what was true
absence indicated as much
apart from myself
where doth lie

ranged far and wide
like a traveler, return again
back to the time, back to the places

you will be

believe, in my nature reigns
this wanderin’ that haunts
that forsakes wherever
carry memories
you, all
this verse
turn again
how able
to tell you of your effect
you, such as never expected

© copyright 2018 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

fluctuat nec mergitur
(tossed but not sunk)

which is the greater shame
tryin’ and failin’,
or failin’ to try

ever dance with madness
in the pale moon light
strike up the band y’all

ever ride with madness
in the pale moon light
hold on to the reins y’all

ever done it
and survived
walked away
with your mind
still fairly sound

pull up a chair
and i will tell you
a survivor’s tale

happiness…
how the hell do you figure
i know this,
it is too damn elusive
to spend a life
tryin’ to chase

so do not
find it

buried, denied,
ignored, refused,
shunned, covered up,
and neglected
wants, needs and
desires for so long
not sure if they still exist

© copyright 2017 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

all winter
among the horses
this solitary habit
is my way
not listenin’ for
some missin’ one
hope is too
damn hard to carry

he slept
with his hopes
sealed, like
letters never
to be read

some say;
hope is the hardest
love we carry
not sure about that
but I know certain;
it is the hardest
to bury

so many nights, up late, listenin’,
writin’ about hopes discarded
just a drinker and a troubadour,
and a chaser of lonely women

© copyright 2016 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

random inception inspired verse…

non regrette rien
non, je ne regrette rien
git ready for the kick y’all

do you want to take
a leap of faith
or become an old man
filled with regret
waitin’ to die alone

you know how to find me
you know what you have to do

you remember when…
you said you had a dream
we would grow old together

what are you doin’ here
“Just trying to understand!”
how could you understand

do you know
what it is
to be a lover
to be half
of a whole

you will be lost
you will become old
and filled with regret
waitin’ to die alone

you are waitin’ for a train
a train that will take you
far away
you know where you hope
the train will go,
but you cannot be sure
you git on the train
because it does not matter
where it is goin’
why does it not matter
because we will be together

non regrette rien
non, je ne regrette rien

Today is the birthday of Carle or Charles-André van Loo (Nice; 15 February 1705 – 15 July 1765 Paris); subject painter, son of the painter Louis-Abraham van Loo, a younger brother of Jean-Baptiste van Loo and grandson of Jacob van Loo. He was the most famous member of a successful dynasty of painters of Dutch origin. His oeuvre includes every category: religion, history painting, mythology, portraiture, allegory, and genrescenes.

Van Loo followed his brother Jean-Baptiste to Turin, and then to Rome in 1712, where he studied under Benedetto Luti and the sculptor Pierre Le Gros. After leaving Italy in 1723, he worked in Paris, studied at the Académie Royale, where he gained first prize for drawing in 1723, and received the first prize for historical painting in 1727—as did his future rival François Boucher. In 1724 he won the Prix de Rome.

After again visiting Turin in 1727, he was employed by king Victor Amadeus II of Sardinia, for whom he painted a series of subjects illustrative of Torquato Tasso. In 1734 he settled in Paris, and in 1735 became a member of the Académie royale de peinture et de sculpture and rose rapidly in the hierarchy of the academy. Madame de Pompadour and the French court were taking the artist under their patronage. He was decorated with the Order of Saint Michael and named First Painter to king Louis XV of France in 1762.  He was a most successful court painter but his portraits as well as history paintings also enjoyed a success throughout all Europe.

Gallery

Portrait de femme, dit “La marquise de Pompadour”, en buste dans un ovale feint

And today is the birthday of Ion Andreescu (Bucharest; 15 February 1850 – 22 October 1882 Bucharest); painter.

Influenced by Nicolae Grigorescu, he left Romania for Paris to further his education. Andreescu began attending the private arts school Académie Julian and at the same time he was accepted at Salon (Paris) where he exposed two paintings, “Start of Spring” and “The Fair in Romania“. He then moved to Barbizon, where he mastered plein-air painting. Here he worked alongside artists such as Grigorescu, Alexandru Djuvara, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, Jean-François Millet, and Claude Monet. His work was exhibited with the works of better-known painters such as Édouard Manet, Monet, and Pierre-Auguste Renoir.

In 1881 Andreescu returned to Romania, ill with tuberculosis. His death followed shortly in 1882. He is buried in Bucharest’s Bellu Cemetery. In 1948 he was elected post-mortem member of the Romanian Academy.

Gallery

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all
Mac Tag